The Wick of A Spine

1.24.2012

The wick of a spine
Runs up the wax
Of a candle

Nervous system
Nerve center
Fulfilling the mission

Burning for light
Burning for scent
Burning for the visual

Eloquence melts
Down to liquid form
From a solid

The wick of a spine
Runs up the core middle
Nervous systematically
Burning down the body
Never sure
Of his limits
Never sure
How he got so lit
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